Larksong Grotto sleeping dog beside you

and terribly wrong it could go.

snowwoman was also huntress, though she had yet to either know or confirm the similarity between her and the watcher. hair on her nape stood on end, as if electrified ; her body knew more than her mind could perceive. ears perked, then, a feeling of deep worry settling within her gut. she had not known it, the primal urge to run, since...

a careful breath drew her body upwards, slow and graceful, almost like that of a mountainous feline. eyes, wide, dawn in colour and scanning the trees, wore thin pupils. those of a predator. and although she was compact in size, she was no weak woman. nattirnik tuquttiji, she was. angunasukti. it ran in her blood. anaanaujuq ataatangalu.

patch of white within the woods. she stared, unmoving, body stilled, heart beating at a relaxed pace, although her paws, her claws, sunk into the ground, as if it were caribou that was beneath her. i know you are there, nanuralaaq said. come out from the trees, takunnaqti. voice careful, almost gentle. she did not want this to be a fight.